Bb _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
As the snow flies, _ _ _
Eb _ .
Bb Dm on a cold and gray Chicago
Eb morning, a poor little baby
F child is
Bb born in the ghetto.
_ _ _ _ _ .
And his mama cries, _ _ _ _
Dm cause if there's one thing that she don't
Eb need, it's another
F hungry mouth to feed
Bb in the ghetto.
_ _ _ _ .
_
Eb F People don't you understand, that y
Eb'all need to
Bb have a plan,
Eb you're gonna
F be an angry old
Bb man someday.
_ .
_
F Take a look at you and me, we're
Eb too blind
Bb to see,
Eb you'll be
Bb separate, turn our
Cm heads and look the other
F way.
_
Bb Well the world turns, _ _ _
Dm and the hungry little boy with the red nose,
Eb plays in the street
Dm as the
Bb cold wind blows in the ghetto.
_ _ _ _ _ And his hunger burns, _ _ _ _
Dm so he starts to roam the streets at
Eb night and he learns how to
F steal and he learns how to
Bb fight in the ghetto.
_ _ _ _ _
F Then one night in desperation,
Eb the young man
Bb breaks free.
Eb He buys a
Dm gun, steals a
Cm car, tries to
F run, but he don't get far and
Bb his mama cries.
Cm Bb Then his mama cries,
Dm as the crowd gathers round, an angry young
Eb man face down in the
F street with a gun in his
Bb hand in the ghetto.
_ _ _ _ And as her young man dies, _ _ _
Dm on a cold and gray Chicago morning,
Eb another little baby
F child is born
Bb in the ghetto.
_ _ _ .
_ _ And his mama _ cries, _ _
Dm on a cold and gray Chicago morning,
Eb another little baby
F child is born in
Bb the ghetto.
_ _ .
In the ghetto.
_ _
Dm On a cold and gray Chicago morning,
Eb another little
F baby child is
Bb born in the ghetto.
_ .
In the ghetto.
_
F On a cold and gray Chicago
Eb morning, another little
F baby child is born _ in
Eb the ghetto.
_ _ _ _
Bb _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .